Trouble in paradise today as our pub caught up with the rest and put their beer prices up... by a resounding 10p! A lot of swearing and complaining and "How much?!" and more swearing ensued. They have nothing to worry about - cider has gone up by 30p and that just happens to be what I drink. How we all had a good moan about that.
Now I am going to sit with my Tesco chicken and sweetcorn sandwich and polish my way through a tiny tub of Smarties ice-cream and watch Glee.
... This blog isn't really going the way I intended it to.
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Friday, 27 April 2012
Friday 27 April 2012
After congratulating myself for starting my diet for the fifth time today (with chocolate biscuits), I decided that it was well and truly time that I took up my best friend up on one of her many ideas - to start A Diary of a Barmaid. She was under the strange impression that it would be very funny.
We shall see.
Due to lack of a laptop this shall be done on my phone, or Dinosaur that my mother insists we call a computer. Also, due to lack of schedule, posts will not be frequent or on time.
Kapeesh.
Let's start.
On paper I am a bar assistant/barmaid/bar person, what have you, studying for an NVQ. I have work, then coursework, maybe a few tests, and many visits from varying training assessors who think a challenge is asking me about disability discrimination.
I am also many people's favourite person because I serve them alcohol and I provide ears to regularly complain into. If you were to ask what they dislike about me, it would probably be that I take their money. Or that I am a Liverpool supporter working in a pub where 97% of them scream for Chelsea.
Assuming that this Liverpool supporter survives tonight's shift, I shall be back.
We shall see.
Due to lack of a laptop this shall be done on my phone, or Dinosaur that my mother insists we call a computer. Also, due to lack of schedule, posts will not be frequent or on time.
Kapeesh.
Let's start.
On paper I am a bar assistant/barmaid/bar person, what have you, studying for an NVQ. I have work, then coursework, maybe a few tests, and many visits from varying training assessors who think a challenge is asking me about disability discrimination.
I am also many people's favourite person because I serve them alcohol and I provide ears to regularly complain into. If you were to ask what they dislike about me, it would probably be that I take their money. Or that I am a Liverpool supporter working in a pub where 97% of them scream for Chelsea.
Assuming that this Liverpool supporter survives tonight's shift, I shall be back.
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